“She’s not here, Constance,” Father Bolton states. “Maybe you were mistaken, child.”

“I know what I saw!”

“Come on,” Father Bolton says. “Let’s head back. We can search for her in the morning. She might have returned home.”

Without saying another word, Constance Helling and Father Bolton begin their trek back out of the forest.

Father Bolton sees Constance Helling back to her mother’s caravan. Once he knows that she is safe within the confines of the caravan park, he heads back to his own house.

He walks along the path surrounding the local church and steps through the church’s small garden. His small house is located at the rear of the church. As he walks past the front steps of the church, he can hear a murmur. He stops, dead in his tracks. He can hear sobbing.

Father Bolton approaches the front of the church. He mounts the steps and peers into the dark alcove. “Come out child,” he whispers.

Henrietta Smart appears in front of him. He notices that she has been crying, and in the moonlight can see that she is holding the back of her head.

“Henry, are you okay?” Father Bolton rushes to her aid.

“My head hurts,” Henry sobs. “I don’t remember what happened.”

“Come on inside and I’ll get you cleaned up,” Father Bolton says, guiding her into his house.

Present Day

Kelly Driver sits on the chair next to the bed. The local ranger holds rosary beads in her hand, silently reciting some prayers.

In the hospital bed lies somebody who she thought she had lost. Father Bolton is being kept alive by the whirring machines surrounding him and invading his body.

“Please wake up,” Kelly says.

The door to the room suddenly opens and Kelly looks on in awe as a woman enters the room. Geraldine Jenkins smiles timidly at Kelly and sits down on the edge of the bed next to Father Bolton.

Kelly doesn’t know what to say. The woman in front of her is leading a double life. She knew her once as Henrietta Smart.

“Has there been any news?” Geraldine finally says, breaking the silence. “Is he going to be okay?”

“I don’t know,” Kelly mumbles.

“He’s a good man,” Geraldine says. “He’s helped a lot of people.”

“Yes.”

“He helped me too.” Geraldine looks to Kelly, but Kelly is looking at the floor. “I’m sorry, Kelly. I never meant to hurt anyone.”

June, 1983

Father Bolton hands Henry a mug of hot chocolate and she holds it between her cold hands, attempting to warm them.

Geraldine closes her eyes and sighs heavily. “The truth is, Driver, you were never coming with me.”

Kelly is confused.

“I’m an awful person,” Geraldine continues. “When I sent you away that night, I was going to leave – without you.”

A tear falls from Kelly’s eye.

“I was never a good friend – nor your lover,” Geraldine confesses. “I was setting it up to look like we were lovers so that when I did run away, people would think I did so because I was ashamed of my sexuality. I was sure my parents would never come looking for me if they thought I was gay. But if they knew that I had a child…”

Kelly buries her face in her hands.

“I was right,” Geraldine adds. “I disappeared. Everyone found out that I was having a ‘relationship’ with you and no-one came looking for me. Not even my parents.”

Kelly wipes her tears away from her face and stands up next to Geraldine Jenkins. “But I loved you,” Kelly sniffs. “And I never stopped thinking about you.”

“I’m going crazy!” Constance Helling paces back and forth along the hallway in her house. “I’ve seen a ghost.”

Constance picks up a brown paper bag and breathes heavily into it.

“I saw Henrietta Smart die right in front of me,” she says to herself. “How is she still alive?”

Constance walks to the large window overlooking the town of Peppercorn Patch below her. She pulls the curtains closed, afraid of the darkness on the other side of the glass. “I’ve seen a ghost,” she pants.

Suddenly, there is a loud banging noise. Constance is startled and drops the paper bag.

Another loud bang informs her that there is someone at the front door.

Constance trembles. The knocking becomes more insistent.

She walks slowly to the front door, picking up the heavy poker from next to the fireplace.

Constance raises the poker in the air and slowly turns the door handle. The front door creaks open.